||[Aug. 23rd, 2008|04:00 pm]
Lucy read a book in one sitting.
John is a joke.
I love being in love, I know I am. And it makes me sad that I could never express it. I hate being cold, but I can't help it. I swear, everything will catch up to me. We'll stop talking if I don't stop. But it feels so impossible to be infatuated with someone that you don't know on a daily basis. It's like falling in love with their thoughts and really not them. Give me a sign and tell me it's real.